"I can't believe we reached an agreement so easily. I thought he'd make some more outrageous demands. Given Transia's current situation, after all, all we have left is our mystical backbone."
In the shadow of the Blood Eagle Corridor, Murphy was surprised that negotiations with the Capet family had gone so smoothly. Major Fraser's terms had indeed been rather harsh, but if they could get the basic industrial production lines his territory desperately needed in exchange, Murphy was more than willing to pay even more.
No one on this continent understood the power of mastered technology better than he did.
Technology in this world differed slightly from what he remembered, but that wasn't a problem. At the very least, guns were still guns. If all else failed, he could recruit a few "criminally talented" players to craft them by hand.
He would never underestimate the players' talent for "causing trouble" in that area.
"Then, Mirian, I'll leave this matter in your hands."
Murphy instructed the Scarlet Administrator standing beside him:
"The nobles of Anjou probably won't tolerate vampires as well as the locals do. I'll stay out of sight so I don't frighten them. If they demand even more when you meet with them again, you can concede a little more. My only requirement is that we get those stolen production lines back as quickly as possible.
"We can't rely solely on the merchants of the Kingdom of Nordtov. That would be putting our lifeline in someone else's hands."
"Understood. I'll put together a detailed plan, Lord Murphy."
Mirian nodded.
As a student at Chardo Craftsman University, she was no stranger to machinery. During an internship, she had even visited a halfling factory and seen those "works of art in steel" with her own eyes.
She believed she could handle